Lizzie reveals her creative instincts ...

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Acknowledgement The author would like to thank Sergio, who kindly provided the basis for this alternative story line. S: ... Thank you ... you've done your very best to show me the 'right' way! The stylistic plus other shortcomings remain firmly mine alone.

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Vanessa was standing in front of her bathroom mirror, admiring her personal image of naked perfection, as she slowly massaged her expensive body butter into every accessible part of her warm, tingling torso. She gently reproached herself for her shameless submission at the hands of ‘Mistress Elizabeth’:

“Oh God, Vanessa, you are a complete slut … but that tramp already understands your body better than any man has ever managed … the deepest orgasms of my life ….. I need to find a way to have her at my disposal … control her … How difficult can that be?”

Finally, she rewarded herself & used both hands, front & back, to slowly massage the body cream around her asshole & pussy lips, & only reluctantly stopped as her knees reached the floor & eased her back to her senses.

She laughed as she told herself:

“Good God Vanessa, pull yourself together … of course you can get her … use her anyway you want … she’s homeless … cheap & available … with rough, dirty, smelly fingers!”

She turned to the door, naked, feeling totally alive, & horny as hell, as she reminded herself:

“Let’s proceed with the seduction process … she clearly needs little encouragement to fuck the rich bitch senseless! …”

When Vanessa entered her bedroom, she was taken aback by the sight of Lizzie, propped up by a pair of expensive pillows at the top of the bed. Lizzie was apparently in post-coital nirvana, but immediately alerted by the sight of the returning goddess, strutting around in her naked splendor, the proud aristocrat ever on display. Vanessa broke the silence:

“I’ve laid out some towels for you … you can at least return to your world in a cleaner state than when you arrived here …”

“God, you really can’t help yourself, can you? You’ve just been gettin’ off on letting me do whatever I fancied. And, yet, the stuck-up, posh cow still thinks she’s way above me, eh? Don’t matter … adds to my fun … bringin’ you down to my level!”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about …. And it is really becoming rather tiresome being constantly reminded about our different backgrounds. I thought we were both enjoying ourselves. It doesn’t have to end today … but if you carry on in this manner …”

Lizzie cut her off with a testy challenge:

“Maybe … but I doubt it … I think the spoiled, little rich girl has got hooked on a new habit, eh? What Vanessa wants, well, Vanessa gets, doesn’t she?

“Anyways, much as I like you showin’ off in your birthday suit … it’s time to go back downstairs … I wanna see you in that dress I picked out from your day’s shopping … it looks just your thing … showin’ plenty of skin …”

Vanessa rudely cut across Lizzie:

“Yes, well, & much as I do respect your choice … it is a beautiful dress that I bought for a couple of reasons … you don’t appear to understand that it really isn’t appropriate at this time. I so believe in dressing in a manner that matches the occasion. It would also require a different lingerie choice, but I do understand that such matters are of little concern to you & your daily life … of course …”

She was laughing as she concluded:

“So … I really do think you should leave the fashion decisions to me …”

Lizzie felt herself getting more irate, the snide remarks were never far from Vanessa’s mouth, but she decided to stay quiet, for now, & let the ‘posh lady’ drone on,

“You’re probably unaware that I have over a million followers on my media platforms … who are desperately keen to catch all of my fashion updates & hot trend advice. I do spend a significant amount of my time passing on the benefits of my knowledge & contacts with many top fashion houses … I realize not everyone has my financial reach … but I like to think I help women from all walks of life & budgets … who aspire to making the best of themselves. I try to keep my less well-off followers up-to-date with the latest ‘on trends’ from the High Street as they come to my attention as well … I do occasionally obtain items from there for myself!”

At this point, Vanessa paused to check herself out in one of her full length mirrors. During her boring monologue, she’d selected a personal favorite La Perla lingerie set: a stunning & expensive 3-piece set in dark blue silk & cream lace. She’d put on the bra & panties, & was now tweaking the suspender belt with minor adjustments to get the garment positioned just so, precisely aligned relative to her panties & her belly button. Of course, her ‘fiddling around’, twisting & turning in front of the mirror, was as much about grabbing Lizzie’s attention as about her endless preening. When she silently withdrew to put on a pair of stockings, Lizzie lost sight of her & started thinking, ‘God, it’s so true, beauty is only skin deep …. she really pisses me off, the stuck-up cunt …. I think it might be time …’ As Lizzie started juggling some thoughts, Vanessa re-emerged in front of her mirror. Her hands & fingers were busy as they unrolled her sheer, 15-denier stockings & fixed them to the clasps, slowly smoothing & straightening them as she did so. It was self-evident that Vanessa was trying to establish some kind of spell over Lizzie. She laughed as she said:

“I really can’t abide pantyhose in hot weather … they make me feel so trussed up & uncomfortable … but stockings really do add something & make me feel so feminine. And men … simple creatures that they are … simply can’t resist them! Of course, for mini dresses, like the one you picked for me, pantyhose are the only respectable option. Oh dear, there really are times when I wish life was simpler … like yours for example. Do you remember when you last had to think about such matters? Or even when you last wore hosiery?”

Lizzie definitely sensed her post-sex, feel good mood emphatically draining away now. The condescending, posh tone attached to every word coming out of Vanessa’s mouth was hard to take, even if the view was so enticing. She found herself impatiently awaiting the end of the rich exhibitionist’s brazenly narcissistic display.

Vanessa didn’t wait for a response to her hosiery question. Instead, she stood tall & performed another 360 degree self-inspection in the mirror. The view of the high-born socialite wearing her expensive lingerie & stockings was, indeed, a soft-porn fantasy. She then took the few steps to her second walk-in & soon emerged, wearing a beautiful, midi-length pleated dress, in creamy silk, decorated with pleated slices coloured in an array of soft pastel shades—another one of her day’s purchases. She looked undeniably elegant &, as she slipped on a pair of dark orange, 4” heels, she did another twirl in front of the mirror. Feeling rather pleased with the end-result, she turned to face Lizzie, & said:

“There, you see? A perfect demonstration of my exquisite taste …. I just need to put on some appropriate jewellery & I’ll be ready to return downstairs. I expect we will conclude our immediate discussions very quickly …”

Vanessa then had an idea:

“If you don’t wish to accept my offer of a shower, you could, at least, make yourself useful ….

“Why don’t you help me get ready? You can bring me my hand mirror from the dressing table … & fetch me other items as I need them …”

Lizzie’s mind was made up, the time to take Vanessa’s re-education to the next level had surely arrived. She replied to Vanessa’s suggestion:

“Yeah, I’d love to help you get ready … I think I’ve got ideas to offer ….

“You know, I used to work at Top Shop … I was at the Oxford Street store … the day Kate Moss was there, with Philip Green, the place was buzzin’ … crowds, tv cameras … the lot …”

Vanessa cut her off:

“Top Shop? That’s a brand I vaguely recall when I was growing up. Ghastly … so out-of-touch … couldn’t evolve when internet shopping arrived … Kate Moss … the former ‘supermodel’? Hasn’t she, ermm, retired to the Cotswolds … or somewhere? …..

“Anyway, I don’t have time for your life story at this moment … please get a move on!”

As Lizzie rose off the bed & reached the dressing table, she located the handsome hand mirror. It formed part of an antique, art deco set of solid silver that had been custom-made, over a century earlier, for Vanessa’s family on her mother’s aristocratic side, & which had now been passed on to her. As well as being richly embellished with the family’s old coat of arms, their handles shared the same sharply tapered, conical tip design. This feature immediately caught Lizzie’s naughty eye. She also noticed a large nail file sitting atop an intricately carved ivory handle—most notable for Lizzie, however, wasn’t the craftsmanship on display, but its extra-sharp, hook-like point. Lizzie smiled as she pressed it into her thumb tip, & thought, ‘Yeah … that’ll do it alright … ’

She then placed the various items near the foot of the bed, unnoticed by Vanessa, standing nearby & totally unaware. She was way too preoccupied with checking out her own immaculate appearance to give Lizzie the slightest notice.

Lizzie had to speak to get her attention:

“I’ve brought some stuff & I know where we should start.”

Vanessa couldn’t hide her sense of patronizing amusement, as she responded, in a broad smile:

“Really? Please … go ahead … you have actually aroused my curiosity!”

“I’m only here to serve the beautiful lady!”

Lizzie totally took Vanessa by surprise as she grabbed the posh lady by the shoulders, twisted her around & pushed her firmly, face-first into the wall, just to the left of the mirror. As Lizzie acted, she ordered Vanessa:

“Stand against the wall … get your hands up … I need to have a closer inspection … check things out, you see?"

Vanessa was too scared to say anything as she stood just to the left side of the full length mirror & against the wall. She placed her hands at head height, firmly against the surface, fingers splayed for maximum support, with her head half-turned & her eyes straining further to try & see what Lizzie was up to. In a mix of fear & excited anticipation, she suddenly became aware of her tongue, which was being pushed into the corner of her open mouth. As she did, she suddenly felt a drop of drool gathering at its tip. The sound of Lizzie’s voice shook Vanessa out of her near trance, as she moved very close to Vanessa’s open ear & told her:

“So, the posh, little rich bitch thinks she can just pick’n’choose when she plays the submissive slut?

“But …. I do have to thank you for this display … it’s reminded me of just how much work there is to do with you!”

Lizzie turned Vanessa round to face her, & continued in her much sterner ‘Mistress’ tone:

“Better keep those hands right up there … I need you as still as possible while I sort you out …. Come on, stand up straight, nose in the air, feet together …. Oh, & remember to keep quiet unless you wanna express your gratitude … the only words you’re gonna need are ‘please, mistress’ or ‘thank you, mistress’ …”

As she finished speaking Lizzie dished out a series of firm slaps across Vanessa’s face. She then checked Vanessa’s understanding:

“Got that?”

When Vanessa answered, “Yes, errh … mistress … but what are you going to do to me?”

These words only earned Vanessa a firm knee in the groin. Her knees buckled, but as she cried out in pain, Lizzie stopped her initial slide, one hand grabbed her right arm, while the second supported her neck, as she firmly pushed Vanessa back to her original position, with a few salutary words:

“You’re so dumb … I’ve told you what to say, posh bitch … it’s time to show you can follow some simple instructions for once in your stupid existence …. You could’ve answered that question with either choice as well … should’ve been easy … I really dunno what’s between your ears?”

Lizzie laughed as Vanessa, in a quiet, teary voice, said:

“Th … thank you, Mistress.”

“OK … let’s get going …. We have to do something about your overall look. I dunno about you but it’s sure not very welcoming when the party organizer looks so different to everyone else there …. Even your stuck up friend’s got a party dress on … bit slutty for my tastes … but she’s got the body for it alright … just like you … & you do like to be the center of everyone’s gaze after all … we can’t let her get all the attention now, can we?”

Barely pausing to draw breath, Lizzie continued:

“No worries … I’ve got dress making skills, which I doubt you have, eh? I’m totally reasonable … you don’t have to wear that ‘slut-on-heat’ mini-dress of yours that I picked … I can make some simple adjustments to the one you’re wearing … I’m a bit pissed at you dissin’ my idea but I’ll go with your choice. Let’s face it, I’ve got a soft spot for you, even though you’re always talking down to me. I had to laugh earlier, when you said you’ve been called a ‘giving’ person. I guess that’s where we may share somethin’ after all! You see, I can’t stop myself helpin’ others, like you, especially when it’s clear they don’t have the practical skills … isn’t that just too good of me, eh? Oh! And I’m gonna teach you what ‘giving’ really means … don’t worry about that. At least you’ve got real potential in that area.”

When Vanessa failed to answer straight away, Lizzie gave her a couple more sharp slaps. While she ran her hands over Vanessa’s outstretched arms & then her dress, over & around her breasts. She reminded the frozen aristocrat what she needed to do, & then posed a replacement question:

“Concentrate now … I realize you’re not that smart, but this is one of those questions I expect you to answer! …. Are you happy to let me be your new, personal stylist?”

Vanessa replied hesitantly, as if unsure which one she should give:

“Ple … please, Mistress.”

Lizzie laughed & pronounced, “Let’s get on with it then … even a homeless cow like me knows it’s rude when the host turns up late for her own party …”

While laughing, Lizzie took a couple of backward steps, reached out & picked up the sharp-pointed nail file from the bed where it had just been dropped along with the other items.

Lizzie sharply reminded Vanessa, “Remember … don’t move … this is delicate work … this thing is quite sharp & safety always comes first.”

Lizzie was holding the file at the top if the ivory handle, & pointed its sharp tip directly towards the top of Vanessa’s custom-made, luxury dress, between her shoulder & collarbone. She placed her hand under the silky dress fabric, to lift it just off Vanessa’s flesh, pushed her bra strap off until it was hanging over her upper arm, & then firmly punctured the delicate fabric, from below, twisting around the snagged notch-end until a sizeable hole was visible. The startled aristocrat had followed Lizzie’s every move with increasing anguish. Somehow she summoned the courage to declare her outrage:

“What are you doing? You crazy …”

Bur her pleas were summarily cut off, as Lizzie dropped the file & shoved her, two-handed, hard against the wall. She sternly reproached Vanessa, as she firmly gripped her neck:

“I knew it … you just couldn’t stay quiet or keep still, could you? Now, I need to do this to make sure we don’t have a fuckin' accident … this thing is bloody sharp.”

As she spoke, Lizzie delivered a single, closed fist punch to Vanessa’s abdomen. There wasn’t too much **** required—the blow knocked both the wind & any thoughts of resistance right out of the dazed, shocked & overwhelmed aristocrat. Lizzie grabbed her with both hands, to ensure she didn’t slide to the floor.

“No … you need to stand up for this next bit, push your butt into the wall & spread your feet … come on, support yourself! There’s gonna be hole makin’, followed by pullin’ & tearin’. Sorry … I sense you’re not a details person, but don’t worry … I’ll soon have it finished.”

Lizzie waited until she was happy Vanessa could stand unsupported. She reached for the hand mirror & soon turned the small hole into a discernible gash. In no time at all, with each of her tools & simple brute strength, the fabric had been torn to the extent that one of her bra cups was fully exposed. Happy with her progress, Lizzie checked in with Vanessa:

“I’ll soon have this top bit done … I’ll let you see it when I’ve finished the whole thing … you probably won’t appreciate it until you can see all the changes together … it’s that coordinated look … see, I know about these things too …”

After a few minutes, the top part revisions were finished—only a thin ragged ‘strap’ of the original dress remained round the neckline, which enabled the dress to stay in place over one shoulder. Most of the original chest covering had been roughly cut away, leaving Vanessa’s bra fully exposed at both breasts. Lizzie turned her attention to the pleats & made short work of converting each one into something that resembled a collection of grass skirt strands, which mostly started from Vanessa’s waist.

“I think the stockings will only match if I give them more of a distressed kinda look … that should work. You know … at times like this I wish my finger nails were longer … would’ve helped. Heh … do you wanna try workin? It’s manual work mind …. not what you’re used to, eh? …. But yours would defo do the job.”

Lizzie laughed again, as Vanessa weakly replied:

“Ple… please, Mistress.”

As Lizzie located the lacy stocking tops, as she roughly groped amongst the hanging strands, she punctured the fine nylon mesh on Vanessa’s right leg, using the aristocrat’s own right forefinger with its prominently raised edge, tough & sharp via its manicured nail tip. After she made several punctures, Lizzie told Vanessa to re-raise her hand, while she picked up an unused ‘tool’ from her collection, the hair brush partner to the mirror. It proved the perfect choice, as Lizzie found its stiff, natural boar hair bristles effortlessly extended the punctures into a series of torn ladders in Vanessa’s right leg stocking. The whole process was quickly repeated at the left leg. Lizzie noticed that whilst Vanessa was managing to hold her standing position, her head was turning occasionally from side-to-side, while her closed eyes & open mouth fully conveyed her increasingly excited state.

“Yeah … that’s better! Here … I said I’d let you have a look,” said Lizzie, as she grabbed Vanessa & swung her around to stand in front of her full length mirror.

“Open yer eyes, then!”

Vanessa was in a state of some turmoil, but for all her mixed emotions & the fact that she was only too aware of what Lizzie had been up to, she couldn’t stop herself conveying a palpable sense of shock:

“Oh, my God! …. Just what have you done … my dress … you … you’ve absolutely destroyed it!”

“You know … I thought you’d say something like that … you ungrateful bitch …. Let’s see then … it just happens … I’ve got another idea! I should’ve known … you rich bitches are so hard to please!”

As she finished speaking, Lizzie pulled Vanessa away from the mirror, & pushed her, roughly, back into her previous position, firmly against the wall.

“Get yer hands back up again! …. You like to be a trend setter, eh? I was probably too bloody conservative for a proper little show-off like you, eh?”

As she spoke, Lizzie pushed right up against Vanessa & inserted her right hand into & under the assortment of shredded strands, while her left one pinned Vanessa’s right arm against the wall. She soon located Vanessa’s silk covered pussy, & she was in no mood for either finesse or delay, feeling as impatiently pissed off as she was. After a quick survey with her fingers, Lizzie located & raised the lacy panty seams & following a couple of strokes along the full length of Vanessa’s closed pussy, she quickly buried her sturdy middle finger inside. As Lizzie started her vigorous finger fucking, she soon added a second. Vanessa turned her head to her right, open mouthed, tongue pushed into the corner of her mouth, moaning audibly but also with some controlled restraint. Lizzie moved a couple of fingers from her second hand into Vanessa’s open mouth & instructed her:

“Here … suck on these … time to get your juices flowing … both above & below …. Tasting better every time, eh?”

However, almost as soon as she started, Lizzie suddenly withdrew both sets of fingers from their respective ‘wet’n’warm’ locations. Again, she turned Vanessa round to face the wall, as she commanded her:

“Hands against the wall … & get your feet together. My big idea is for you to get into character … no fancy underwear for you … you mentioned not liking feeling ‘trussed up’ … & it’s a hot day!”

As she spoke, Lizzie undid Vanessa’s bra clasps, & quickly tugged it from her body. After briefly rubbing the warm bra cups on her face, she casually tossed it onto the floor & stooped down until her face was directly behind Vanessa’s butt. After rubbing her hands over the aristocrat’s firm bum cheeks, she reached into the shredded dress &, upon inserting her fingers into the waistband of the luxurious silk panties, yanked them straight down Vanessa’s legs. She ordered Vanessa to lift each foot, in turn, to complete their removal. As she stood back up, Lizzie held the panties against her nose, opening them up to take in as deep a breath as she could. She told Vanessa:

“You’ve only had them on a few minutes, but they’ve already got your scent … I’ll be keeping these & the bra … after all, it’s not like you’re down to yer last pair of pants, eh?”

Lizzie grabbed Vanessa again, & turned her around to look at her image in the mirror. She commented:

“There you go! …. Not bad, eh? I was right … you’ve got a decent pair & you like showin’ off …. Not sure about yer heels though … I mean they’re obviously ‘nice’ … respectable & boring … but someone like you has to do better than nice, eh? I’m gonna look in yer shoe collection & find something much better! ….. Just stay there & try’n’think of some way of thanking me …. A bit of gratitude would be nice, after all, eh?”

As Lizzie trooped off to rummage amongst Vanessa’s extensive shoe collection, the rich lady started to take in this totally unfamiliar image of torn, ragged & vandalized form of ‘anti-elegance’. With her formerly expensive clothes, costing thousands, reduced to worthless rags, & much of her body on display, she resembled little more than a highly attractive hooker, wearing a totally incongruous pair of immaculate heels along with a, literally trashy, ‘open invitation’ work outfit. And yet, in spite of having had her formerly luxurious & immaculate image absolutely shredded, Vanessa, almost unconsciously, moved one hand each to her pussy & breasts. As she started running her two sets of fingers over each, Lizzie returned, brandishing a very sexy pair of heels.

“I’ve gotta give you some credit, Vanessa … you’ve got some terrific shit … & I found these … totally the business …”

The ‘replacement’ killer heels were by Alexander McQueen, covered in pink satin fabric, an open toe design, bearing a buckle-fastened ankle strap & 5” metal stilettos. In fairness to Lizzie, they were precisely the style favored by Vanessa for a party night out. Lizzie quickly replaced the previous orange pair & professed herself very pleased, as she asked:

“Much better … the pink suits the dress too …. Have you worked out how yer goin’ to thank me then?”

“I don’t know what to say … I can’t go anywhere looking like this … you’ve destroyed my beautiful dress … this is just humiliating!”, said Vanessa, as she surveyed her 'makeover' in the mirror.

Lizzie didn’t immediately blow-up. Of course she’d been wondering, just when would Vanessa try to draw a line under the experience? Apparently, it had been reached, but that certainly wasn’t the end as far as Lizzie was concerned. She immediately grabbed Vanessa by her shoulders, pushed her down onto the floor, & sat astride her. Lizzie told Vanessa:

“I’ll decide when this has gone far enough … & I’ll tell you how you’re goin’ to show me some gratitude!”

As she finished speaking, Lizzie adjusted her position so that her legs pinned Vanessa’s arms, which were lying aside her head, hands outstretched & fingers fully splayed. She then delivered a short series of slaps to each side of Vanessa’s beautiful face, & commanded her:

“You can munch me out first … once I’m in position you’d better get that tongue workin’ … just like earlier but I expect a bloody sight better performance this time!”

Lizzie adjusted her position, but waited for Vanessa’s tongue to start probing before she settled down. She wanted to be able to make fine adjustments so she could reduce, & control, Vanessa’s ability to breathe through her nose as her performance merited. However, Lizzie soon became aware of some distinct changes. Vanessa was clearly a fast learner after all. This time her tongue worked with much less frantic energy as she established a steady rhythm, gently teasing rather than directly assaulting Lizzie’s clit, as she had done earlier. Lizzie also noticed much less general thrashing around, as Vanessa merely raised one knee off the floor, but otherwise remained largely still from her neck down. The first time Vanessa had performed a symbolic surrender ritual, but this second affair was so much more natural, in every sense. Lizzie, too, felt so much more relaxed. Probably because only about 30 minutes had elapsed since the last time, & also because it felt so damned good, Lizzie took her time, just drinking in the whole experience. And then ... it happened, as she just couldn’t hold it off any longer, she suddenly erupted, accompanied by an increasingly audible series of gasps, all over Vanessa’s face. Then, as she slowly came down from her summit, Lizzie told Vanessa:

“Swallow it, bitch … you’ve shown me some gratitude & you’ve earned your reward!”

Lizzie slid slightly down Vanessa’s body, & reached backwards for some of her torn dress strands. She used them to dry herself off, stood up & quickly got dressed. As she put her clothes on, Lizzie stood where she could survey Vanessa's gently writhing body. She was feeling rather pleased with herself as she stood over her upper class slut & told her:

“OK … now that was fun … but we’ve got a party to go to … & we’re already late …”